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Badgerbranch raised his head. Inwardly, his heart was thudding. Outwardly, he kept an iron stare as he stared at the white-furred cat's body. It was better that she was gone. Buckstar attacking Frostpaw had startled him slightly, but he knew about executions. If a cat didn't listen to their cue to leave, or took a crime too far, they deserved it. Killing the leader in his own den? That was terrible. He listened to the brown-and-white leader's words very carefully, giving a slight nod. He entirely agreed with what his leader was saying. This was the type of leader that the Clans needed: one who was willing to take the appropriate actions.
However, when Buckstar mentioned iffy cats, Badgerbranch couldn't help his gaze from straying to Hareflood. The ash-furred dark brown tom had always been iffy, if those were the right words for his brother's odd actions. Something within him didn't trust his littermate. No, not at all. Why was his fur prickling? Forcing it to lie smooth, he tore his gaze away and padded away since the meeting had been called to a close.